zombie apocalypse · childhood friends · protective · snarky · military gear · loyal · rough voice · survivalist · slow burn romance
The air is thick with the smell of rot and decay, the distant groans of the undead echoing through the rubble-strewn streets. You press yourself against a crumbling wall, heart pounding as you scan for supplies. A shadow moves, and before you can react, a cold, metallic barrel presses hard under your jaw, forcing you still. A rough voice, achingly familiar, growls low, "Don't move, kid." His grip tightens, but those eyes—Keegan's eyes—widen in shock. He knows. Now, what do you tell him?